I look up and watch the moon's distorted reflection on the surface. I feel so light. I hop and float for a minute before I land slowly on the sand again. I am shivering now. Reluctantly, I swing my arms in big strokes and start swimming to the surface. The moon is becoming bigger, and I am teetering on the edge of sleep and awakening. My head breaks the surface, and I wake up.
I keep me eyes closed, and I blindly search for the bed cover that has slipped away. I find it and pull it over my shoulders. I lie there for sometime willing myself to sleep again. I think of that welcoming bottom of the sea , but my mind refuses to wander. I give up, and I gingerly open my eyes. The room is dark, and my watch says 03:00 AM. I get up from the bed, walk to the window, and look outside. It is a silent night. The air is crisp, and the pavement is bathed in the street's golden lights. My mind leaps through continents. I begin to walk the streets of insomnia.